After Love III
June 25, 2020 § Leave a comment
My heart.
My dear heart.
If only I could love you so well as I love all the other
Dear hearts.
After Love II
June 23, 2020 § Leave a comment
Avoid the void;
Were I to approach it all again,
I would approach with no missing parts,
With no empty vacuum in my soul.
In this half-light, I would never feel your absence slip by like seconds unwatched.
The loneliest woman in Jerusalem
June 23, 2020 § Leave a comment
Ever the muse and never the wife
Makes a maid timid and ‘fraid for her life.
Erev RC Tammuz
June 22, 2020 § Leave a comment
In a sleep without dreams
The whores and the cats of Jerusalem
Recollect themselves.
Intrigue
June 22, 2020 § Leave a comment
Here lieth a man with no redeeming qualities;
Not even an eyeglass.
Shallot
June 17, 2020 § Leave a comment
You are a painting of a little white girl
With flowing red hair.
There are unbudded roses tucked into your curls.
Dream of sleep, because this is the only chance to be young.
Your fragility disturbs the stars
And turns the trees to stone.
All the night is whispers-
A big, black orchestra.
Blessings and Curses
June 14, 2020 § Leave a comment
It took nine matches to erase your name from the Book of Life.
Tomorrow it will take eight.
The new month hovers, full of possibilities.
I watch your name, aflame.
I burn my own words-
I wash my hands of you.
I fell
June 10, 2020 § Leave a comment
I fell into a trap;
The same trap.
Twice, once again, again, again.
It never gets easier.
The more you tell me you love me,
The less I believe you
The less I believe myself.
Moon
June 4, 2020 § Leave a comment
The full moon reigns supreme in Jerusalem,
Aglow with sadness and surprise.
It is always worried to find you
In the same place, time
And time again.
Men
June 4, 2020 § 1 Comment
Men
You should know
Somewhere out there,
There is a girl
Trying to get the smell of you
Off her sheets.
It may be
Twenty years since you last saw her
Curls tumble on your shoulder
But you should know
Women never forget.
They take you to their graves.
The smell of you;
The sadness and cigarettes.
They throw out pillows and duvets
But the smell remains.
In every street in Jerusalem
A whore is trying to get that smell off her sheets
Trying to dislodge the image from her memory.
She has not let learnt
The lesson of impossibility.
Sex without love, in any other city, is a grave burden.
In Jerusalem, it is a death sentence.